Not a salon...there is no one to work there.
Everything is slow.
They cut it slowly, manicure it slowly, nail painting - I thought that I would grow old there until I was finished.
The works of some master are hanging (I really want to know who made these blanks for them), they can't repeat these drawings.
Hello! Women, where is this miracle master whose work you took for yourself?
I'm not coming here anymore. Not only is everyone moving like they're sleepy, but they've also appropriated someone else's work for themselves.
I'm sorry, I'm writing from my husband's account.